“Newcomer neighbors. I’ve enough!” Lizzie stomped to the door in pink terry housecoat and slippers. She grabbed the broom from the closet and snickered. What good is this?

She slammed her apartment door hard and something splintered. Doors behind her burst open; cold-creamed seniors gaped. She pounded her neighbor’s door, stepped back and bristled, rubbing tender knuckles. No response. She whacked again with the broom handle. The door cracked open.

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I'm getting a little LONG in the tooth and have things to say about---ouch---AGEing. I believe it's certainly a state of mind but sometimes it's nice to hear that you're NORMAL. I enjoy reading by the truckload. I'm a grandma but I don't feel OLD although I'm not so young anymore. My plan is to stick it out as long as I can on this lovely planet and only will leave it kicking and screaming!

Fantastic, Tess! When I saw the challenge, my first thought was the sound of loud mastication – drives me nuts! Yours was much better! Writer’s Village captured all the points – loved the cold-cream senior faces! Splendid, Tess.

Living in an apartment–I remember well–you first learn to invite your neighbors before you invite your friends if you’re throwing a party. We used to have some loud ones. I learned FAST. Of course this wasn’t exactly a party but…granny must have been deaf… :-D

I love this Tess! Haha…got brandy? Sounds like a party all of her own is about to start, never mind the noise! You really do write such great flashes, and this is one of my all time faves. Woodstock documentaries, love it! My hubby is always telling me to turn the TV down…but good is music if it isn’t loud??? ;-):D:-)

Tess – I do believe I’ve been a little blue because I’ve been away from your flash fiction. Your snappy descriptions in one word or two bring the entire story to life in a way I’ve never seen it done before. I always know I’m in for sheer entertainment when I visit here. Wow, I’d love to have some of that stuff we were passing around at Woodstock way back when. Well, it would probably kill me now so guess I’d better not. However, I hear more and more about how a couple glasses of wine or even 2 shots of whiskey is good for aging well. I need all the help I can get!

Thank you, Sheri. You’re making me blush from head to toe but I admit your encouragement is better than any glass of wine.

My grandmother like a little brandy now and then and she lived to be 99. Her heart could have gone for another 99. What got her was TB. Imagine that. Otherwise, she’d still be hoarding the good stuff. :-D

Interesting you mention TB. The feds are keeping it quiet that we are at the highest level of known cases of TB since the 1940s. Yes, coming across the border and it’s not the Canadian border. We now have non-documented and unidentified individuals flying on commercial aircraft. Can you imagine what that will lead to and the innocent citizens on board that have no idea what they are being exposed to and the diseases we know nothing of yet!

Welcome. Welcome. I forgot to put out my special welcome mat. Didn’t have time cause I’ve been polishing up wine glasses. Thank goodness I stocked up on Rioja a couple of days ago. I’ve loving this impromptu party. It’s been a blast!

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